The One In the Window

In certain slants of light, she lookslike that dude from Metallica (in his younger years).Everything was happening in Hollywood.This ain’t Kansas anymore; it’s real,And my favourite ruby shoeshave a broken heel.I don’t like how it feels.And nobody wants tohave anything to dowith a girl and her guitar.

It occurs to me I’m in a dead trade.I can’t find work so I cant get paid.And it seems to me,Everybody does it all for free.

And you realize, as you roam,that there’s no place like home.But your home is someone else’s couch.And it’s do, or don’t;Not a question of won’t

Truth resonatesThe universe inspirates.Failing to find love and happiness;Falling fully and flailing completely;It’s all in the rewrites.Through it all, you gotta keep on keeping on.